Geek Flow

I like rolling my problems in blunts, yeah I'm gon' face em

He likes talk-in all that shit but pussy ain't gon' say nun

Alexand-er McQueen on my on my body bitch come say sum

I'm balling like the Pistons, okay I ball like Cade yeah

Okay I coach Isiah, Thomas these bitches layup

You just a fucking hater, you ain't got fucking paper

This gas it got me breathing like Darth Vader

I'm 'bout to turn on League Pass, You still got fucking cable

Feel like the Porsche got couple horses in it but I'm not stable

She wanna talk while I get high like bitch I'm kinda disabled

Yeah this real shit that I'm talking 'bout bitch I'm not no faker

She-wanna go on a vacation Turks and Caicos

I told her think about the last time I went to Jamaica

Imma get some racks and go to LA, probably Northville later

I carry my problems so I hold all these racks, hold all these racks

Carry my problems oh yeah

How you gon' let your brodie snake you? That's your mans

I love my wrist, I love my bitch, I love my fans

Oh you got bombs? Oh you got guns? But how's your hands?

This industry gon' cost you money you need bands

Like I don't need no damn manager to tell me who I am

How the fuck you ain't got no discipline but you tryna make a M?

I'm the coach I'm Deon Sanders with your bitch I'm watching film

I don't write down shit, this real Sanjbae, I freestyle off the rim

NFL I'm running like Jettas

808s the studio thumping

Neel Nikhil I stay with lil brother

I'm high as hell if I keep it a 100

I'm a dog so I'm gon' bark in the studio

Roll me up a joint don't smoke no darts in my studio

Shorty wanna add some items to my cart, she a groupie hoe

Hell nah bitch do not do that

I got fans that's ready to do that

I freestyle like how does he do that?

Punchin' in like I'm really on that

Always knew that these bitches ain't on shit

I'm the Real Brown Boy and I said it